I know I know the other chapter was short but...This chapter is a going to be longer. My aim was eight pages. So, here it is! Oh and Thanks to for reviewing I'll explain that chapter through the later of the story...you know the nosebleed and whatever. Alot more fast fowarding cause I need to start getting use to writing.

Anyways...

Chapter 11: Turning Tides

I walked towards chase with carefully with perfect indifference keeping in mind some of Caleb's words.

But as I approached the unexpected conversation earlier kept me a little more than confused. It left me of guard. Something I would never admit.

"It's him, Claire. He's the fifth son. The son of the Putnam line. The oldestandthe one who killed that kid at the dells, the one who has been using to send darkling's. He used his powers against me that day at Swim Practice. I don't what for though whether to spite me or just to make sure I know I'm not the only son that can be deemed more powerful than the sons."

'Stop it!' I chide myself

"Think Claire. Think. This all started the night during the dells. Chase shows up. Kid winds up dead. Darkling shows up and what do you know?"The pause of Caleb's serious toned voice left his question hanging. This was enough to set my thoughts bumbling into action.

'STOP IT!' I mentally screaming away my inner turbulence

'Just think clearly, act clearly but above all speak clearly don't even look too much at him' I thought to myself confidently with just the slightest hint of unsureness.

I swallowed lightly before opening my mouth. "Chase." I closed my damn mouth not knowing what else to say. Do I continue?

'As long as you don't ramble'

Do I look a little less than I am?

'As long as he doesn't attack you with an onslaught interrogation'

But an interrogation isn't the only thing you're scared of are you, Claire? It's the possibility of knowing your own stubborn self couldn't handle the fact you were being played all along...right? Or maybe the fact he is a damn warlock and you being the stupid one in this whole game was the first he chose to target... to go.

'No.' I refused to believe that.

"Claire" Chase said softly

I swallowed feeling my throat quickly dry. I shivered. Something wasn't right not just about his slightly off presence but my head and heart pounded roughly against my chest.

"I" I began rasping.

Rasps turned into harsh deep breaths and it wasn't very long until breaths began to turn into slight jerks.

I fell backwards. The jerks becoming harsher into powerful convulsions. "Chase" I choked. With slightly fading vision I watched him kneel beside me. Brushing the hair out of my face he cradled my face.

"It's for the best, Claire. I can't have my only friend turn against me now can I?" He spoke

I felt the warm bloody sensation course slightly out of the exit of my nose the liquid feeling quite against my cold skin.

"I never intended for this to happen. It would seem that Danvers is quite the snoop. I mean wouldn't ya say so, Claire?"

I choked. My throat closing up and the blood now rushing a little quicker.

"I won't let you stop me, Claire. You truly were something in the so little time we had together. Had we met under different circumstances...Perhaps, you would have given our relationship more than friendship."

He grasped my face tighter his nails digging into my face before he lifted my now slow jerking body and roughly kissed me.

The last thing I saw was my blood on his vacant look expressed on his handsome face.

Four Weeks Later.

"My poor baby." The words on the middle aged woman's lips died softly as she stared down at her fifteen year old daughter.

"I'm so... so... sorry. I wasn't there when I should have been. I wasn't reliable...I-I wasn't even a proper mother. Always focused on work rather my own flesh and blood."

"I know you were affected by magic, honey. I don't know if you were so reckless as to do such a thing by nearly threatening to expose yourself to get back at me. Or if one of those damned boys targeted you." She continued

As she prepared her next words carefully. Ana, the mother of Claire began to sob as she gripped her daughters hand.

"I promise to be a better mother. Just please wake up! Please?" She begged her body shook as she pleaded

Sniffling a knock on the door was heard. Quickly she used the back of her hands to wipe the tears before straightening herself out. She cleared her throat turning around to open the door.

"Doctor. Can I help you?" Ana asked hoarsely

The doctor looked at her sympathetically but the wave of uneasiness made him distressed and uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid I have some ba-." The doctor began before being cut off.

"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence, Doc" Ms Williams snapped *I guess the swearing came from her mother's side, huh?*

The Doctor stared in silence not knowing what to say or do. "This is my only child and the only family I have left. Now unless you have good news or there are some sort of advice on getting my daughter back that you could ask my permission to perform to save her life...ask away. If not? Fuck off" She snapped.

Sighing, the doctor continued to finish what he was going to say not repeating the bad news part as to allude the patients mother into hearing what was actually wrong with her daughter before she was the cause of her own daughters suffering.

"Your daughter, Mrs-." The doctor began

"Miss, thank you very much." The distressed mother snapped once more.

"Miss Williams. Is bleeding from the inside. Apparently, a blood clot formed over a particular duration of time. What's concerning is that signs of tumour should have throughout the middle if not earlier stage of the growth. If Ms Williams did indeed had this and had not known then surely she would have complained." The Doctor asked carefully hiding a message within his words.

'Her coach called one day something about her being sick.' Her mom thought horridly

" Are you implying something, Doctor?" Ana questioned dangerously

"No. Not if your willing to offer up information as to how a mother rich and capable as yourself goes about leaving her only daughter in a town whilst you go socialising around the bigger cities and sign her death warrant by not reporting such a thing earlier." He finally snapped tired of her rudeness.

She swallowed. "Now I can call the police in if this is some sor-."

"No!"

Ana sighed "Her coach called to ask if she was home at our manor with me one day. She had missed practice apparently feeling so sick she had decided to come home. I told the coach I was out of town and that if he personally wanted to seek an answer that he should ask my daughter. He rang back later...about 10-15 minutes...maybe to tell me that my Claire wasn't home as the maid had told him. I wasn't confused. I mean...believe it or not I too was also a teenager. I decided perhaps I would fix things up with her when I came back from New York. I was going through with the divorce and had to attend court. Instead I thought of a different story as to get Claire's mind off of the divorce between her father and I."

There was a silence

"I just didn't know it could have been this serious."

"Ms Williams...There's something else. Though.."

"What?"

"Your daught-."

"I've heard enough. Thank You very much. That will be all" Ana cut through sharply before gesturing for the door.

When the doctor finally left Ms Williams pulled the curtains around the room for extra privacy a single tear fell down the tired woman's face before she straightened up with a look of determination not regretting for a second what she was about to do.

Blinking.

'That motherfucker! I can't believe Danvers was right. Am I really another ditzy blonde?' Referring to the Tunney crony

"Where am I?" I looked around asking myself.

'Never mind' I thought looking the cords that attached themselves to the I.V. I felt my face twist into confusion as I tried moving my legs from under a heavy weight of some sort.

The room was dark. The unfamiliar pastel of the curtain's that surrounded the room twisted but only slightly.

Claire moves her fingers on the weight thinking it was a load of things.

Hair. Soft, dry, thick and long.

Claire's face twists towards more confusion. She wriggles her legs and feet from underneath the unknown figure and slowly gets out of bed in an effort to not wake the figure up.

As her feet touch the unbearable cold she shivers and cringes. One foot in front of the other she walks towards the glowing light switch. She doesn't know why she's nervous.

'It's not as if chase would be stupid enough to come here.' She thinks before frowning her fingers centimetres away from the light switch.

'My mother? I know she was busy but she could have at least visited me.'

'But then how would you know, Claire? You weren't even awake thanks to crazy psychotic, Collins.'

Sighing she shakes her head. "She could have left some flowers or even a damn letter or a card. At least then I would have known she cared. Though...Maybe my condition wasn't very critical and I've only been asleep for a tiny bit."Claire whispered to herself.

"Yeah" She agrees shaking her head before flipping on the light switch.

Smiling sadly she turns around to see a womanly figure with her top half on the bed as if supporting her lower figure from slipping on the bed.

'Must be sleeping'

Claire's smile widens. "Mom!" she yells happily before taking steps towards her mother. "You know. I thought you had forgotten about me...but I guess I shouldn't have assumed anything. I'm glad you came I have to tell you everything and I mean everything. I just might need your help with this." Claire speaks loud and clear with enthusiasm and a hint of seriousness.

Swallowing her throat goes dry. "Mom?" walking a little faster she shakes her mother's arm. "Mom!" Claire screams turning her around.

She starts to hyperventilate. Her mother's limp shoulders picked up slightly from the bed into her daughter's side angled figure from the bed, her mother's once cool grey eyes open as wide as a porcelain doll's now dead faded as if blending with the white of her eyes.

Her bronze brown skin pale and unhealthy.

"You didn't!" Claire begins to shout before she resorts to screaming.

Doctors soon not a minute later slam open the door. "Ms Williams" they begin touching her checking for any signs.

Claire refrains from using her powers unjustly on their annoying unsuspecting figures.

"Fix her!" Claire yells at them as they stop she begins to shake her mother. "Wake up! Wake up!"

A doctor steps forward to feel the older Williams neck before shaking his head slightly for the other nurses and doctors to see whilst the William's heiress stared down at her mother in shock.

"Honey. She's gone" A nurse said softly blinking away tears at the sight of a fifteen year old girl trying to shake her mother awake.

"No!" Claire roars still shaking except more harshly

"She's asleep! Trust me...Mom must know how to and I have a few friends in New York who could do that." Claire's shaking figure attempts to prove their sorrowful looks and words wrong and she lays her head against her chest for a heartbeat.

Claire shut her eyes as the harsh truth hit her. Climbing back onto the hospital bed pulling her mother into her arms before placing her head into her mother's just like she did when she was smaller and younger. Not caring if the doctors and nurses were still watching the unexpected and shocking death of one of the most powerfully influential people born right here in Ipswich.

Claire as a final gesture in remembrance of her mother from all the happy memories she had of her began to sing the song her own mother sang to her. Old but favoured between her and her mother.

"Rock-a-bye baby on the
tree top,"

Claire began to choke on a sob.

"When the wind blows
The cradle will rock."

She swayed back and forth with her mother still in her arms.

"When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall,"

Bawling she began to release her sobs gripping tighter onto her mother.

"And down will come baby,
Cradle and all."

Claire closed her eyes still rocking her mother.

"Down will come baby,
Cradle and all." She sang with a broken voice as her grip went limp as her own mother in her arms.

Her sobs soon ceased as fast as they came when doctors and nurses began to walk towards the bed with the newly arrived gurney.

"No!" Claire screamed her arms flailing around as she desperately tried to cling to her mother's figure.

"You can't do this! This is my mother! My mother! She's all I have left I won't let you take her!" she continued.

Soon her arms and legs were kept down by spare nurses to make it easier to shift the older women's cold body away from her hysterical daughter.

"No!" the girl screamed as she began to sob harder watching as her mother's body was taken away.

Minutes when the doctors were sure she was calmed and the body already taken away under lock and key in the morgue the released her.

Staring out the window they disappeared sadly one by one through the door.

Before she laid her head down on the bed she looked to where her mother's figure had presumably been sitting. Swallowing her sadness through her tightened throat she reached for the coat not getting off the bed as if it was a boat or a tiny island with shark infested waters.

Gripping the coat she laid down her head and closed her eyes lying in a curled up position with her mother's coat underneath her cheek the smell of lilies and frangipani invading her senses.

Two Days Later.

After being discharged with suspicion and pitiful looks.

I soon found that just like the hospital even Spencer was depressing I still had to make funeral arrangements and My father.

Oh god.

That fucker. I wanted him dead he didn't even bother with me but yesterday seemed to be a change.

His secretary called.

And maybe he was fucking his secretary while my mother died. Not even the doctors could tell me why or how she died. No bleeding exits, no internal bleeding not even cancer.

The doctors thinking I had something to do with it quickly cleared the idea out of their minds as did the cops.

My motive apparently would be to kill my uncaring, neglective mother as those drama whores all thought I would kill the only true person I ever considered family.

I now have a motive to kill them.

But.

I won't do it. I'd rather kill myself...Oh god,I feel so...empty.

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